tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13188086283730390082018-03-27T10:18:35.584-07:00Peace and Comfort DevotionalsWaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-45250600404784680802013-08-27T19:27:00.003-07:002013-08-27T19:30:38.179-07:00About These Devotionals<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Each of the devotionals on this blog contain a hymn, a bible verse, a photo, and a brief message of hope and comfort. &nbsp;It is my hope that they will be of comfort to Christians when trials, troubles, sickness, and death come to loved ones and themselves. &nbsp;They are all one click away from the list on the right.</span>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-68203993573530387662013-08-27T19:18:00.003-07:002013-08-27T19:18:42.818-07:00I Know Whom I Have Believed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1j3WQqEg7Ak/Uh1dR7nUeSI/AAAAAAAAAeM/khAsNctYYMo/s1600/46_believed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1j3WQqEg7Ak/Uh1dR7nUeSI/AAAAAAAAAeM/khAsNctYYMo/s320/46_believed.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><b>2 Timothy 1:12</b> I know whom I have believed, and I am convinced that he is able to guard until that Day what has been entrusted to me.</em><br /><br />The flag in the photo above was torn and tangled by Hurricane Katrina in 2005, but the lighthouse is still standing guard in Biloxi, Mississippi. An image of this old lighthouse is shown on the latest Mississippi car tags as a symbol of endurance and trustworthiness. In a like manner the verse above and the hymn below point to the trustworthiness of our triune God. Paul, in the verse above, expresses full confidence in the gospel of Jesus Christ and Christ’s power to guard what has been entrusted to him by divine revelation.<br /><br />In the beautiful hymn below the author, Daniel Whittle, lists many things that he does not know about the workings of God’s amazing grace. He is puzzled as to why God made his wondrous grace known and how his saving faith was sealed in his heart. He doesn’t understand how his faith produced peace in his heart, or how the Spirit moves convicting us of sin. He admits that he does not know what good or ill awaits him in this temporary life, and that he doesn’t know when Christ will return. BUT, he does know whom he believed and is persuaded that He is able to deliver the promises of the gospel good news. Brethren, praise God that we can rest in the promises of God for our eternal future.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><strong>I Know Whom I Have Believed</strong><b><br /></b>Words by: Daniel W. Whittle<br /><br />I know not why God’s wondrous grace<br />To me He hath made known,<br />Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love<br />Redeemed me for His own.<br /><br />But I know Whom I have believèd,<br />And am persuaded that He is able<br />To keep that which I’ve committed<br />Unto Him against that day.<br /><br />I know not how this saving faith<br />To me He did impart,<br />Nor how believing in His Word<br />Wrought peace within my heart.</i></span><br /><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I know not how the Spirit moves,<br />Convincing us of sin,<br />Revealing Jesus through the Word,<br />Creating faith in Him.<br /><br />I know not what of good or ill<br />May be reserved for me,<br />Of weary ways or golden days,<br />Before His face I see.<br /><br />I know not when my Lord may come,<br />At night or noonday fair,<br />Nor if I walk the vale with Him,<br />Or meet Him in the air.</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-36685056652980850372013-08-27T19:03:00.002-07:002013-08-27T19:03:16.552-07:00How Great Thou Art<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IDyspWKCv8/Uh1Z4_b_ksI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YP8p8jBjZ7U/s1600/45_greatthouart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IDyspWKCv8/Uh1Z4_b_ksI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YP8p8jBjZ7U/s400/45_greatthouart.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><i>Job 38:25</i></strong><em>“Who has cleft a channel for the torrents of rain and a way for the thunderbolt,</em><br /><br />God in chapter 38 of Job outlines His incredible awesome acts of creation. In the hymn below, some of these acts are also outlined. When these awesome acts are considered, a human being can only stand in wonder and amazement. How great thou art is a natural reaction to all that God has created and sustains. When you then meditate on the fact that God sent his son to planet earth to die on the cross of Calvary as an atonement for the sins of all who place their faith and trust in him, then adoration, praise, and worship are the proper responses to such a great salvation. If our sin debt is so great that Jesus must die in order for us to be reconciled to God, then what an insult it is to Him for anyone to assert that human self-effort or allegiance to false gods of human imagination will also be acceptable to God for our salvation.<br /><br />Brethren do not be fooled by the spirit of the age into thinking that there is any other way to eternal life other than through grace alone through faith alone in Jesus Christ alone. Be secure in peace and comfort if you are resting in Christ alone to take you home on that great day when he returns, and we who are found in Him will be able to sing, “How Great Thou Art."</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;How Great Thou Art</i></span></strong><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b><br /></b>Words by: Carl Gustav Boberg<br /><br />O Lord my God! when I in awesome wonder<br />Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,<br />I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,<br />Thy power throughout the universe displayed:<br /><br />Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:<br />How great Thou art, how great Thou art!<br />Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to Thee:<br />How great Thou art, how great Thou art!<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></i></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>When through the woods and forest glades I wander<br />And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;<br />When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur<br />And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:<br /><br />And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,<br />Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;<br />That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,<br />He bled and died to take away my sin:<br /><br />When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation<br />And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!<br />Then I shall bow in humble adoration,<br />And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-82790459851145036512013-08-26T13:05:00.002-07:002013-08-26T13:07:07.991-07:00I Saw The Light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIef_GcQPxc/Uhuz_3JOftI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nkEF-h2ybOU/s1600/44_sawlight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIef_GcQPxc/Uhuz_3JOftI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nkEF-h2ybOU/s400/44_sawlight.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><i>John 8:12</i></strong><em>Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”</em><br /><br />Hank Williams, the great Country and Western singer of the 1940’s and 1950’s, wrote the spiritual song shown below. It has a beautiful melody and sound theological insight. The first stanza relates how human beings resist and reject Jesus with their own sinful rebellious will. Then just as Jesus tells us in John 3:3-8, the Spirit moves like a stranger in the night and sinners are changed in an instant and enabled to see the light. The sinners response of being born again by the Holy Spirit is to shout, “Praise the Lord, I saw the light”. The song goes on to show how the sinner is literally blind until Jesus gives him sight and the power to see spiritual light. Once a sinner sees this light he is enabled to walk in a new way with a new heart. He is indeed a new creation in Christ with new affections and desires.<br /><br />The Barnyard Opry, shown in the above photo, entertains patrons free of charge twice a month and always bears witness to the spiritual light that is found in Jesus Christ. In this photo the moon has been enlarged about ten fold. While most may not have even noticed the moon on this night, they would certainly have noticed had it appeared as shown above. The same thing happens when the Holy Spirit shines spiritual light into the hearts of sinners. Brethren, Praise the Lord if you see this light.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;I Saw The Light</i></span></strong><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b><br /></b>Words by: Hank Williams<br /><br />I wandered so aimless, life filled with sin;<br />I wouldn't ask my dear Saviour in.<br />Then Jesus came like a stranger in the night;<br />Praise the Lord, I saw the light!<br /><br />I saw the light, I saw the light.<br />No more darkness; no more night.<br />Now I'm so happy no sorrow in sight.<br />Praise the Lord, I saw the light!<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--></i></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="color: #660000;"><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Just like a blind man I wandered alone,</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Worries and fears I claimed for my own.<br />Then like the blind man that Jesus gave back his sight;<br />Praise the Lord, I saw the light!<br /><br />I was a fool to wander astray,<br />For straight is the gate and narrow is the way.<br />Now I have traded the wrong for the right;<br />Praise the Lord, I saw the light!</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-50352513296247994202013-08-25T10:44:00.004-07:002013-08-25T10:45:30.922-07:00I Love To Tell The Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cTQtYGlKP2A/UhpCDnkJJ3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Me_UPahB9Eg/s1600/43_story.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cTQtYGlKP2A/UhpCDnkJJ3I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Me_UPahB9Eg/s320/43_story.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Psalms 66:16</i></b><i>Come and hear, all you who fear God, and I will tell what he has done for my soul.<br /><br /></i>Do you love to tell the story?&nbsp; The bottom line of this story is given in <b><i>Romans 6:23</i></b><i> For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.</i>&nbsp; God is holy, loving, and just and, while He loves human beings, He is also just and must punish their sin.&nbsp; All men are sinners and cannot save themselves by their works or good deeds.&nbsp; They are helpless in and of themselves.&nbsp; However, God solved this problem by sending His son, Jesus Christ, to die on the cross and suffer the penalty for the sins of those who place their faith in Him.&nbsp; Through trusting in faith in His death and resurrection, sinners not only have their sins paid for by Christ, but they also have the righteousness of Christ imputed to them.&nbsp; Salvation and eternal life is by God’s grace alone, through faith alone, in Christ alone.&nbsp; This is the story of Biblical salvation and there is no other way by which men can be saved.<br /><br />Praise God for this gospel story.&nbsp; Brethren, rejoice if you trust in this story by faith because you are rich and healthy spiritually even if you are on your deathbed without a penny to your name.&nbsp; What a wonderful story we have to tell!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><br /><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span lang="EN">I Love To Tell The Story</span></b><span lang="EN"><br />Words by: A. katherine Hankey<br /><br />I love to tell the story of unseen things above,<br />Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.<br />I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true;<br />It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.</span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><i style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,</i><br /><div class="MsoBodyText2"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText2"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I love to tell the story; more wonderful it seems<br />Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams.<br />I love to tell the story, it did so much for me;<br />And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I love to tell the story; ’tis pleasant to repeat<br />What seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet.<br />I love to tell the story, for some have never heard<br />The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText2"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />I love to tell the story, for those who know it best<br />Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest.<br />And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,<br />’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText2"><span lang="EN"><br /></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-67458184498267057342013-08-23T07:48:00.003-07:002013-08-23T08:08:53.832-07:00I Need Thee Every Hour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_v9T5YjIoM/Uhd1t6R6jWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/026RZ0o-j1s/s1600/42_clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_v9T5YjIoM/Uhd1t6R6jWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/026RZ0o-j1s/s400/42_clock.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i><span lang="EN">Philippians 4:19</span></i></b><i><span lang="EN"> </span>And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.</i><span lang="EN"><br /><br /></span><span lang="EN">As the photo above shows, clocks are everywhere including being built into buildings.&nbsp; Time creeps or flies by, depending on our circumstances.&nbsp; Human beings by nature are in a constant state of need.&nbsp; Oxygen, food, water, proper body temperature, and complicated bodily functions are needed constantly for human beings to survive physically.&nbsp; Since God provides all of these needs for our physical well-being, all human beings are in constant physical need of God’s provisions.&nbsp; In a like manner, Christians need God constantly for their spiritual well-being.&nbsp; The power that comes from the indwelling Holy Spirit is a constant source of nourishment for the spiritual needs of Christians.&nbsp; For blessings, peace, instruction, inspiration, and for avoiding temptations the Lord is needed every hour.&nbsp; This hymn points out that the Lord is needed in all circumstances of joy or pain.&nbsp; <br /><br />Praise God that He responds to these needs no matter our location or the time of day.&nbsp; He is there in our joy and He is there in our pain.&nbsp; He is even there when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death.&nbsp; Brethren, we need the Lord every hour and He will always be there for us.&nbsp; What comfort and peace is ours for the asking.</span></span><br /><span lang="EN"><br /><b style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: italic;">I Need Thee Every Hour</b></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN">Words by: Annie S. Hawks</span><span lang="EN"><br /><br />I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;<br />No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I need Thee, O I need Thee;</span></i></div><div class="MsoBodyText2"><i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />&nbsp;Every hour I need Thee;<br />O bless me now, my Savior,<br />I come to Thee.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby;<br />Temptations lose their power when Thou art nigh.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;<br />Come quickly and abide, or life is in vain.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I need Thee every hour; teach me Thy will;<br />And Thy rich promises in me fulfill.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoBodyText2"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;<br />O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessèd Son.</i></span></span><span lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText2"><i><span style="font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></i></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-88815951853687661632013-08-23T07:20:00.003-07:002013-08-23T07:21:45.473-07:00Great Is Thy Faithfulness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4r7ip-RxFCs/Uhdu9jbzlfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cKGy3gxzQY8/s1600/41_food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4r7ip-RxFCs/Uhdu9jbzlfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cKGy3gxzQY8/s400/41_food.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Lamentations 3:22-23</i></b><i>The steadfast love of the <span class="small-caps">Lord</span> never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;<span class="verse-num">&nbsp;</span>they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.</i><br /><br />In the photo above we see an example of the abundance that we take for granted each and every day.&nbsp; However, we should always be aware that God is in control of all of the complicated factors that are involved in producing such a wide variety of food that we enjoy.&nbsp; The hymn below states a truth that we should be thankful for every minute of every day when it says, <i>“All I have needed Thy hand hath provided.” </i>&nbsp;God has provided everything that is needed for human and animal life in this world.&nbsp; He has not only provided for our needs, but he maintains the intricate workings of the natural order.&nbsp; The Bible says it well in <i>James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.</i> <br /><br />Brethren, life is temporary and fragile on earth and death will come to everyone in due time.&nbsp; However, God’s faithfulness does not end at our death as God has provided all that we need for our spiritual salvation.&nbsp; Even though we all have sinned and offended his holiness and are subject to his justice, he has also provided for us to have eternal life through faith in his son, Jesus Christ, who has paid the penalty for our sins on the cross of Calvary.&nbsp; Praise God for such a great salvation!&nbsp; Great is thy faithfulness.</span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #660000;"><i><br /></i></span></span></b><b><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #660000;"><i>Great is Thy faithfulness</i></span></span></b><span lang="EN"><br /><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Words by: Thomas O. Chisholm<br /><br />Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;<br />There is no shadow of turning with Thee;<br />Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;<br />As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Great is Thy faithfulness!<br />Great is Thy faithfulness!<br />Morning by morning new mercies I see.<br />All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;<br />Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!</i></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,<br />Sun, moon and stars in their courses above<br />Join with all nature in manifold witness<br />To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth<br />Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;<br />Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,<br />Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!</i></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-85551925316105063772013-08-22T10:29:00.000-07:002013-08-22T10:30:00.622-07:00Breathe On Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItBZdW61-dI/UhZJ1b9H3KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wqG0hGotg8A/s1600/40_mist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItBZdW61-dI/UhZJ1b9H3KI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wqG0hGotg8A/s400/40_mist.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Acts 10:44</i></b><i>While Peter was still saying these things, the Holy Spirit fell on all who heard the word.<br /><br /></i>The Bible tells us that we are saved by God’s mercy through the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit.&nbsp; Jesus tells us in John 3 that sinners must be born of the Spirit to be saved and likens it to the wind blowing where it wishes.&nbsp; He further states that you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.&nbsp; In a like manner, the early morning mist in the photo above appears and disappears without anyone knowing it is coming or going.<br /><br />In the hymn below, the prayer is for the power of God, the Holy Spirit, to intervene and make positive Godly changes in the human heart.&nbsp; It is an acknowledgement that salvation proceeds from God’s grace and is applied by the Holy Spirit.&nbsp; Brethren, let us be ever mindful that our salvation does not begin with human power and it is not completed with human power.&nbsp; Let us, with prayer and humble reliance, ask for all of things that are requested in this great hymn.&nbsp; As Christians, we have an infinite source of power at our disposal.&nbsp; The power of the Holy Spirit surpasses all understanding.&nbsp; Praise God that if we ask the Holy Spirit will breathe on us.&nbsp; No matter what our hardship or heartache may be, comfort is but a prayer away.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Breathe On Me</b><br />Words by: Edwin Hatch<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Holy Spirit, breathe on me,<br />Until my heart is clean;<br />Let sunshine fill its inmost part,<br />With not a cloud between.<br /><br />Holy Spirit, breathe on me,<br />My stubborn will subdue;</i></span></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Teach me in words of living flame<br />What Christ would have me do.</i></span><br /><i style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></i><i style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Holy Spirit, breathe on me,</i><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Fill me with power divine;<br />Kindle a flame of love and zeal<br />Within this heart of mine<br /><br />Holy Spirit, breathe on me,<br />Till I am all thine own;<br />Until my will is lost in Thine,<br />To live for thee alone.<br /><br />Refrain…..<br />Breathe on me, breathe on me,<br />Holy Spirit, breathe on me;<br />Take Thou my heart, clean every part,<br />Holy Spirit, breathe on me.</i></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-21813195674126069442013-08-21T07:41:00.001-07:002013-08-21T07:41:25.337-07:00Sweet Hour of Prayer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9Q7bvvKN00/UhTQy8xTLlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YpTLPaG6_oE/s1600/39_hourprayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9Q7bvvKN00/UhTQy8xTLlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YpTLPaG6_oE/s400/39_hourprayer.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ephesians 6:18</b> <i>praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints,<br /><br /></i>The chapel in the photo above is not only peaceful and beautiful inside, but is located in a wooded area next to a serene pond.&nbsp; Such a setting inspires a person to come before the throne of grace in thanksgiving, praise, and supplication.&nbsp; However, there are many places that believers can designate to come to the Lord and have a sweet hour of prayer.&nbsp; It is the fellowship and communication with God that is central in prayer time and not the location.&nbsp; There is much peace, comfort and doctrinal truth to be found in the words of the beautiful hymn below.&nbsp; The author says the following: <i>“And since He bids me seek His face, Believe His Word and trust His grace, I’ll cast on Him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!”&nbsp; </i>In these four short lines the author gives us all we need to know for our Christian walk.&nbsp; Seek, believe, trust, cast, and wait.&nbsp; Brethren, when we do all of these things, how can our hour of prayer be anything other than sweet?<br /><br />Praise God that we can come to Him anywhere and in all seasons and have a sweet hour of prayer.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Sweet Hour of Prayer</b><br />Words by: William Walford<br /><br />Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!<br />That calls me from a world of care,<br />And bids me at my Father’s throne<br />Make all my wants and wishes known.<br />In seasons of distress and grief,<br />My soul has often found relief<br />And oft escaped the tempter’s snare<br />By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!<br />The joys I feel, the bliss I share,<br />Of those whose anxious spirits burn<br />With strong desires for thy return!<br />With such I hasten to the place<br />Where God my Savior shows His face,<br />And gladly take my station there,<br />And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!</i></span><br /><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!<br />Thy wings shall my petition bear<br />To Him whose truth and faithfulness<br />Engage the waiting soul to bless.<br />And since He bids me seek His face,<br />Believe His Word and trust His grace,<br />I’ll cast on Him my every care,<br />And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!<br />May I thy consolation share,<br />Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,<br />I view my home and take my flight:<br />This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise<br />To seize the everlasting prize;<br />And shout, while passing through the air,<br />“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]-->Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-81911503778567049352013-08-20T19:25:00.002-07:002013-08-20T19:26:45.165-07:00Praise Him! Praise Him!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZnDWJFmw-Q/UhQkhfd740I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/pAS9mv0uiAk/s1600/38_praisehim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZnDWJFmw-Q/UhQkhfd740I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/pAS9mv0uiAk/s400/38_praisehim.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Psalm 40:3</i></b><i> He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the <span class="small-caps">Lord</span>.<br /></i><br />The photo above shows a golden hand pointing to the heavens as it sits atop a church steeple.&nbsp; This testimony to the glory of God, His mercy, and his love is located in the little town of Port Gibson, Mississippi.&nbsp; This steeple focuses attention on God rather than a building of brick and stone.&nbsp; God is glorified, as thanksgiving and praise are the messages that this hand pointing to the heavens sends.&nbsp; The hymn below also proclaims God’s praise and points to His love, honor, holiness, greatness, redemption, atonement, salvation, power, glory, and victory.&nbsp; The hymn ends by crowning Him Prophet, Priest, and King.&nbsp; <br /><br />Brethren, praise God as you meditate on the wonderful words of this hymn and consider the wonderful salvation that is the present possession of all who are in Jesus Christ by faith.&nbsp; With such a savior, praise and thanksgiving should overflow in our hearts even when serious temporal concerns have intruded into our lives.&nbsp; The victory is won and we have nothing to dread or fear.&nbsp; Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Praise Him, Praise Him</b><br />Words by: Fanny Crosby<br /><br /><span lang="EN">Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessèd Redeemer!<br />Sing, O Earth, His wonderful love proclaim!<br />Hail Him! hail Him! highest archangels in glory;<br />Strength and honor give to His holy Name!<br />Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children,<br />In His arms He carries them all day long:<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><i style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Praise Him! Praise Him!</i><br /><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Tell of His excellent greatness.<br />Praise Him! Praise Him!<br />Ever in joyful song!</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessèd Redeemer!<br />For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died.<br />He our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation,<br />Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus the Crucified.<br />Sound His praises! Jesus who bore our sorrows,<br />Love unbounded, wonderful, deep and strong.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessèd Redeemer!<br />Heav’nly portals loud with hosannas ring!<br />Jesus, Savior, reigneth forever and ever.<br />Crown Him! Crown Him! Prophet, and Priest, and King!<br />Christ is coming! over the world victorious,<br />Pow’r and glory unto the Lord belong.</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-81270327392437901132013-08-19T18:47:00.000-07:002013-08-19T18:47:22.109-07:00Jesus Paid It All<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WuZeWXj_amA/UhLIq6CTJII/AAAAAAAAAcA/xN_xUSfWt6U/s1600/37_crimsonstain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WuZeWXj_amA/UhLIq6CTJII/AAAAAAAAAcA/xN_xUSfWt6U/s400/37_crimsonstain.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i><span lang="EN">Colossians</span></i></b><i><span lang="EN"> 2:13-14 </span></i><i>And you, who were dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made alive together with him, having forgiven us all our trespasses, </i><span class="verse-num"><i>14</i></span><span class="verse-num"><i>&nbsp;</i></span><i>by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross.</i><span lang="EN"><br /><br /></span><span lang="EN">In the photo above, the floor of the small wedding chapel appears to have a crimson stain.&nbsp; However, no amount of scrubbing by human hands will remove this stain since it is actually a reflection of light through a stained glass window.&nbsp; In a like manner, the hymn below refers to sin leaving a crimson stain upon the souls of sinners and, just like the allusion on the chapel floor, there is nothing that human beings can do to remove the stain of sin from their souls.&nbsp; This crimson stain represents a debt that humans are powerless to pay to the infinitely holy and just God that created the universe.&nbsp; The best works and good deeds of the best human being that ever lived cannot pay his own sin debt.&nbsp; However, praise God that Jesus Christ paid this debt by his atoning sacrifice on the cross of Calvary.<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesus paid it all and cancelled the debt that sinners owe due to the crimson stain upon their souls.&nbsp; He washed the stain white as snow with his spilled blood on the cross to all who claim this grace through faith.&nbsp; The second line of the refrain goes on to proclaim, “All to Him I owe.”&nbsp; We should rejoice in thanksgiving and praise when we consider that we have contributed nothing to our salvation because Jesus paid it all in washing away our crimson stain.</span></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><b><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Jesus Paid it All</i></span></span></b><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Words by: Elvina M. Hall<br /><br />I hear the Savior say,<br />“Thy strength indeed is small;<br />Child of weakness, watch and pray,<br />Find in Me thine all in all.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Jesus paid it all,<br />All to Him I owe;<br />Sin had left a crimson stain,<br />He washed it white as snow.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>For nothing good have I<br />Whereby Thy grace to claim,<br />I’ll wash my garments white<br />In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>And now complete in Him<br />My robe His righteousness,<br />Close sheltered ’neath His side,<br />I am divinely blest.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Lord, now indeed I find<br />Thy power and Thine alone,<br />Can change the leper’s spots<br />And melt the heart of stone.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>When from my dying bed<br />My ransomed soul shall rise,<br />“Jesus died my soul to save,”<br />Shall rend the vaulted skies.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>And when before the throne<br />I stand in Him complete,<br />I’ll lay my trophies down<br />All down at Jesus’ feet.</i></span></span><span lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-53857993955712207442013-08-18T10:05:00.001-07:002013-08-18T10:05:11.498-07:00Take It To The Lord In Prayer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVASgYY-G3I/UhD95oAKoPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GIvtskMEiZo/s1600/36_prayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVASgYY-G3I/UhD95oAKoPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GIvtskMEiZo/s400/36_prayer.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="verse-num"><i>1 Peter 5:7</i></span><span class="verse-num"><i> Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.</i></span><i><br /><br /></i>The photo above was taken five months after Hurricane Katrina left nothing in a subdivision but slabs and pipes sticking up out of the slabs.&nbsp; The human misery that was caused by this storm has been well documented.&nbsp; In times like this, the message in the hymn below is of great comfort to Christians as they struggle to cope with the trials and sorrow that inevitably come in our short time on earth.&nbsp; Christians can be certain that, no matter what burdens or troubles they may have, Jesus is there to provide solace and peace.&nbsp; Trials and tribulations are a part of living in this world, and Christians experience unnecessary pain when they do not carry everything to God in prayer.&nbsp; We should never be discouraged when we consider our eternal inheritance of eternal life through Jesus Christ.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brethren, praise God and be thankful for the privilege of being able to carry everything to the Lord in prayer.&nbsp; Christians should be comforted as they reflect on the truth of the last two lines of this beautiful hymn and take all of their troubles to the Lord in prayer.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>What a Friend we have in Jesus</b><br />Words by: Joseph M. Scriven<br /><span class="verse-num"><br /></span><span lang="EN">What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!<br />What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!<br />O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,<br />All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN"><br /></span><span lang="EN">Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?<br />We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.<br />Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?<br />Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN"><br /></span><span lang="EN">Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?<br />Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.<br />Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer!<br />In His arms He’ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear<br />May we ever, Lord, be bringing all to Thee in earnest prayer.<br />Soon in glory bright unclouded there will be no need for prayer<br />Rapture, praise and endless worship will be our sweet portion there.</i></span><br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-53719649969488417102013-08-18T09:52:00.000-07:002013-08-18T09:53:02.609-07:00Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0UCcO7B588/UhD6aF7VePI/AAAAAAAAAbk/M11YQ4B-Mf4/s1600/35_angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0UCcO7B588/UhD6aF7VePI/AAAAAAAAAbk/M11YQ4B-Mf4/s400/35_angel.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Psalm 145:7</i></b><i> They shall pour forth the fame of your abundant goodness and shall sing aloud of your righteousness.<br /></i><i><br /></i>The angel in the above photograph inspires one to think about the glorious music that will no doubt be played and sung in heaven.&nbsp; What more can be said about the beautiful and meaningful words of the hymn below.&nbsp; This is a song that is focused on the mercy and grace of our triune God.&nbsp; The sweetness of praise and thanksgiving drips from each line as well as the redeeming love of Jesus Christ.&nbsp; From an admission of being prone to wander, the writer begs that God would take his heart and seal it.&nbsp; These are beautiful words that flow together to make a beautiful tune.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brethren, meditate and reflect on these words line by line.&nbsp; Especially consider the last four lines which state: “<span lang="EN">Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransomed soul away; Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless day.”&nbsp; Praise God for the glory to come.&nbsp; What do we have to fear in this world?&nbsp; (<i>Romans 8:35</i></span><i><span lang="EN"> </span>Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?)</i></span><br /><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></i><br /><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span lang="EN">Come, Thou Fount of every blessing<br /></span></b><span lang="EN">Words by: Robert Robinson</span><span lang="EN"><br /><br />Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,<br />Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;<br />Streams of mercy, never ceasing,<br />Call for songs of loudest praise.<br />Teach me some melodious sonnet,<br />Sung by flaming tongues above.<br />Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,<br />Mount of Thy redeeming love.</span></i></span></div><br /><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,<br />Till released from flesh and sin,<br />Yet from what I do inherit,<br />Here Thy praises I’ll begin;<br />Here I raise my Ebenezer;<br />Here by Thy great help I’ve come;<br />And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,<br />Safely to arrive at home.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Jesus sought me when a stranger,<br />Wandering from the fold of God;<br />He, to rescue me from danger,<br />Interposed His precious blood;<br />How His kindness yet pursues me<br />Mortal tongue can never tell,<br />Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me<br />I cannot proclaim it well.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />O to grace how great a debtor<br />Daily I’m constrained to be!<br />Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,<br />Bind my wandering heart to Thee.<br />Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,<br />Prone to leave the God I love;<br />Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,<br />Seal it for Thy courts above.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />O that day when freed from sinning,<br />I shall see Thy lovely face;<br />Clothed then in blood washed linen<br />How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;<br />Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,<br />Take my ransomed soul away;<br />Send thine angels now to carry<br />Me to realms of endless day.</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-11218605097663564632013-08-17T13:37:00.004-07:002013-08-17T13:37:50.870-07:00Death Hath No Terrors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCfIUHrO2sc/Ug_b8omiusI/AAAAAAAAAbU/w2dKnIXSRlU/s1600/34_stingofdeath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCfIUHrO2sc/Ug_b8omiusI/AAAAAAAAAbU/w2dKnIXSRlU/s400/34_stingofdeath.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">1 Corinthians 15:55</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp; “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”<br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 5.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Insect stings can be very painful and even cause death in cases of allergy or multiple stings.&nbsp; Paul tells us that our physical bodies will experience a sting of death caused by sin, but for Christians death has no victory, as they will be resurrected with imperishable<i> </i>bodies.&nbsp; The power of sin is the law, and Christians are rescued from the power of sin by the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ who conquered the power of sin by his perfect obedience of the law.&nbsp; Therefore, Christians are given the victory through the person and work of Jesus Christ.&nbsp; The sting of death is gone for Christians as the death of our physical bodies leads immediately to spiritual life in the presence of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ.&nbsp; Protection from insect stings, such as that of hornet, can be secured through wearing protective clothing, and protection from the sting of spiritual death can be secured through faith in Jesus Christ.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;">Praise God for this wonderful gift of victory and salvation through Jesus Christ.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;">Grace alone through faith alone in Jesus Christ alone is the only way for sinners to conquer sin and death.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;">Brethren, meditate on the hymn below and thank God that death hath no terrors for all that come to the cross of Calvary to be washed by the blood of the Lamb of God.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span lang="EN">Death Hath No Terrors<br /></span></b><span lang="EN">Words and Music by: Charles P. Jones</span><span lang="EN"><br /><br />Death hath no terrors for the blood bought one,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<br />The boasted vict’ry of the grave is gone,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Jesus rose from the dead,<br />Rose triumphant as He said,<br />Snatched the vict’ry from the grave,<br />Rose again our souls to save—<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Our souls die daily to the world and sin,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<br />By the Spirit’s power as He dwells within,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>We seek a city far beyond this vale,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<br />Where joys celestial never, never fail,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>We’ll then press forward to the heav’nly land,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<br />Nor mind the troubles met on ev’ry hand,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> <span lang="EN">We’ll rise some day just as our Savior rose,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!<br />Till then shall death be but a calm repose,<br />O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!</span></i></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp;</span>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-2053007368398076632013-08-17T12:56:00.001-07:002013-08-17T12:56:19.851-07:00Leaning On The Everlasting Arms<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4j5002O4V4/Ug_Ur3nm-KI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mM6X_Ps12dk/s1600/33_fellowship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4j5002O4V4/Ug_Ur3nm-KI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mM6X_Ps12dk/s400/33_fellowship.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>1 John 1:3</i></b><i> that which we have seen and heard we proclaim also to you, so that you too may have fellowship with us; and indeed our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son Jesus Christ.<br /></i><i><br /></i>Christians are shown enjoying a meal together in the above photographic rendering.&nbsp; When Christians come together for such occasions, they are also in fellowship with the Father and Jesus Christ as John points out in the passage above.&nbsp; These times of coming together by a church family are filled with joy and peace as everyone has a common mindset of leaning on the everlasting arms of the LORD.&nbsp; This leaning is just another way of saying that their trust and hope is in God rather than themselves, political leaders, or government.&nbsp; To lean on the arms of princes, kings, or presidents is pure folly, but trusting in God’s sovereignty, providence, and His Word is fail-safe.&nbsp; With the guarantee of spiritual security through eternal life, Christians can be secure when troubles of all kinds come knocking at their door.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Praise God for the inheritance that we have as adopted sons and daughters of His Kingdom.&nbsp; Brethren, look closely at the words to the hymn below.&nbsp; Reflect on the magnificent truths that are made in each line of this short but rich hymn.&nbsp; Joy divine – peace is mine – secure – sweet to walk – bright the path – what have I to dread – what have I to fear – blessed peace – Lord so near.&nbsp; Let us rejoice as we lean on the everlasting arms.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span lang="EN">Leaning on the Everlasting Arms</span></b><span lang="EN"><br />Words by: Elisha A. Hoffman<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>What a fellowship, what a joy divine,<br />Leaning on the everlasting arms;<br />What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,<br />Leaning on the everlasting arms.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN">Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;<br />Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.</span><span lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>O how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,<br />Leaning on the everlasting arms;<br />O how bright the path grows from day to day,<br />Leaning on the everlasting arms.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> <span lang="EN">What have I to dread, what have I to fear,<br />Leaning on the everlasting arms;<br />I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,<br />Leaning on the everlasting arms.</span></i></span></span></div><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]-->Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-45484553527709624252013-08-16T12:46:00.002-07:002013-08-16T12:47:36.586-07:00Grace Greater than Our Sin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqZcN8Dtlus/Ug6BAOpovzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MuaXYBr-Pvs/s1600/32_snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqZcN8Dtlus/Ug6BAOpovzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MuaXYBr-Pvs/s400/32_snow.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Psalm 51:7</i></b><i>Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.<br /><br /></i>Grace is an act of mercy that is applied by God as David points out in the verse above.&nbsp; Notice David does not make a statement about cleaning himself up and making himself acceptable and presentable before God.&nbsp; No, he appeals to God’s mercy as he repents of his sin with Bathsheba.&nbsp; The way God purges and washes the sin away is answered in the great hymn below when it states,<i> “</i><i><span lang="EN">Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.&nbsp; What can avail to wash it away?&nbsp; Look! There is flowing a crimson tide, Brighter than snow you may be today.”&nbsp; </span></i><span lang="EN">How one gains access to the most important washing that a person can have is answered in the last verse which states<i>, “Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace, Freely bestowed on all who believe! You that are longing to see His face, Will you this moment His grace receive? “<br /><br /></i>Brethren, praise and thank God if you have had this bath and are brighter than snow in the eyes of God.&nbsp; What a blessing and a comfort it is to know that our sins have been washed away by the blood of Jesus Christ.&nbsp; Though we will have worldly problems of many kinds during our brief life, we are assured of spiritual refuge in his marvelous grace.&nbsp; Christians have a future that is brighter than the snow on the mountain peak in the photo above.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="EN"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span lang="EN">Marvelous grace of our loving Lord<br /></span></b><span lang="EN">Words by: Julia H. Johnston</span><span lang="EN"><br /><br />Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,<br />Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt!<br />Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured,<br />There where the blood of the Lamb was spilled.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><i style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Grace, grace, God’s grace,</i><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;<br />Grace, grace, God’s grace,<br />Grace that is greater than all our sin.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,<br />Threaten the soul with infinite loss;<br />Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,<br />Points to the refuge, the mighty cross.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.<br />What can avail to wash it away?<br />Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,<br />Brighter than snow you may be today.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace,<br />Freely bestowed on all who believe!<br />You that are longing to see His face,<br />Will you this moment His grace receive?</i></span></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-86738869659840271352013-08-15T18:58:00.000-07:002013-08-15T19:00:21.904-07:00In The Garden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg6nzKsuwT4/Ug2GyCUOJEI/AAAAAAAAAao/ApWXGPsjT_g/s1600/31_garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg6nzKsuwT4/Ug2GyCUOJEI/AAAAAAAAAao/ApWXGPsjT_g/s400/31_garden.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>John 20:15</i></b><i>Jesus said to her, <span class="woc">“Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?”</span> Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.”<br /><br /></i>Joseph of Arimathea arranged the burial of Jesus and he was laid in new tomb in a garden where no one had yet been buried.&nbsp; Mary Magdalene was the first person to arrive there the morning of the resurrection of Jesus, and she was the first person to see and talk to him after initially believing his body had been removed.&nbsp; As she sat alone outside of the tomb weeping in the garden, can you imagine the scene when she met the risen Lord?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you imagine being in that garden alone and having a conversation with the resurrected savior of the world?&nbsp; The rest of her life must have been filled with unbelievable joy and peace when she reflected on the day she met Jesus in the garden alone.&nbsp; Is the joy and peace really any different for Christians who meditate on this event and what it means for their salvation and future spiritual destination?&nbsp; The photo above and the hymn below illustrate that Christians can have eternal contentment anytime they meditate on this hymn or visit a beautiful garden such as the Bellingrath Gardens shown in the photo above.&nbsp; Brethren, let us take comfort when we visit such gardens in person or when we rely on past memories to visit them in our imagination.</span><br /><i style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></i><i style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>In the Garden</b></i><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Words and music by: C. Austin Miles<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I come to the garden alone<br />While the dew is still on the roses<br />And the voice I hear falling on my ear<br />The Son of God discloses.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--></i></span><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>And He walks with me, and He talks with me,<br />And He tells me I am His own;<br />And the joy we share as we tarry there,<br />None other has ever known.</i></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>He speaks, and the sound of His voice,<br />Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,<br />And the melody that He gave to me<br />Within my heart is ringing.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoBodyText"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I’d stay in the garden with Him<br />Though the night around me be falling,<br />But He bids me go; through the voice of woe<br />His voice to me is calling.</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><!--[endif]-->Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-38748578444228524622013-08-15T18:46:00.001-07:002013-08-15T18:47:22.438-07:00Blessed Assurance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmTUx_NAKRQ/Ug2DxKw1KtI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vmGpMvAM0hg/s1600/30_assurance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jmTUx_NAKRQ/Ug2DxKw1KtI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vmGpMvAM0hg/s400/30_assurance.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Hebrews 10:22</i></b><i> let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith………………..<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></i><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assurance of union with Christ is the greatest experience that a human being can have in this world.&nbsp; When a believer meditates on being born of His Spirit and washed in His blood, he can be certain that he is an heir of salvation.&nbsp; Christians have the Holy Spirit at work in their hearts and, thus, sense the joy that surpasses all understanding.&nbsp; With eyes on heavenly things above Christians can sing with confidence and praise, <i>this is my story, this is my song</i>.&nbsp; <i>Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine</i>.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Praise God for the comfort, peace, and joy that come when believers meditate on His love and rest in His sovereign providence in their lives.&nbsp; There is no worry for Christians when troubles come because they know <i>Jesus is mine</i>!&nbsp; Where is the anxiety for Christians that trust in His love and watch care in their lives?&nbsp; When Christians are in perfect submission, they are at rest.&nbsp; Then they are contented, at peace and delighted to sing with joy that <i>this is my story, this is my song</i>.&nbsp; When the day comes to be called to our heavenly home, we may not be able to sing with our lips but in our hearts we will be singing with joy, <i><span lang="EN">This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior, all the day long.&nbsp; </span></i></span><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For we know that if God is for us, then who can be against us.&nbsp; Brethren meditate on the words of this hymn and be comforted.</span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Blessed Assurance<br /></b>Words by: Fanny Crosby<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Blessèd assurance, Jesus is mine!<br />O what a foretaste of glory divine!<br />Heir of salvation, purchase of God,<br />Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>This is my story, this is my song,<br />Praising my Savior, all the day long;<br />This is my story, this is my song,</i></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Praising my Savior, all the day long.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Perfect submission, perfect delight,<br />Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;<br />Angels descending bring from above<br />Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText2"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Perfect submission, all is at rest<br />I in my Savior am happy and blest,<br />Watching and waiting, looking above,<br />Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-17979383252583606362013-08-14T06:03:00.002-07:002013-08-14T06:03:37.278-07:00Sins Washed Away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NiijWjOSFM/Ugt_UxX8uKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/6QXi3xXy7eA/s1600/29_fountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="375" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NiijWjOSFM/Ugt_UxX8uKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/6QXi3xXy7eA/s400/29_fountain.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Zechariah 13:1</i></b><i> On that day there shall be a fountain opened for the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem, to cleanse them from sin and uncleanness.<span lang="EN"><br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span></i><i><span lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Children<i> </i>love to play and be washed in water fountains as the photo above demonstrates.&nbsp; The water cleans their sweaty and dirty bodies.&nbsp; The great hymn below also speaks of a cleansing fountain that washes sinners clean.&nbsp; All human beings have sinned and fall short of God’s glory and righteous standards.&nbsp; The Bible teaches there is no forgiveness of sins without the shedding of blood and that the Old Testament sacrificial system of animal sacrifice does not atone for sin.&nbsp; The book of Hebrews explains that the Old Testament sacrificial system pointed toward the Lamb of God, Jesus Christ, as the savior who could make atonement for sin.&nbsp; <br /><br />Praise God that he so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son to redeem sinners from the curse caused by sin.&nbsp; There simply was no other way that God could forgive the debt incurred by human sin.&nbsp; The great hymn below points to this great truth and gives some of the details and reasons the blood of Jesus on the cross of Calvary saves sinners.&nbsp; Just as children are attracted to the water fountain above, Christians are drawn to the fountain filled with the blood of our savior Jesus Christ.&nbsp; What peace, joy, and comfort it is for believers to know that all of their sins have been washed away by His redeeming love.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">T</span></i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;">here is a Fountain Filled with Blood <br />Words by: William Cowper</span></b><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains; And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day; And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.<br />Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away; And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.<br />Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more; Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.<br />And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die; Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave. Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave; When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be, For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!<br />’Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine, To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine.</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-50163216555197055332013-08-14T05:49:00.005-07:002013-08-14T05:51:30.610-07:00The Firm Foundation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxwONjJAsak/Ugt8Czzkx2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Lg3U851V-JA/s1600/28_foundation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxwONjJAsak/Ugt8Czzkx2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Lg3U851V-JA/s400/28_foundation.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Hebrews 13:5</i></b><i>&nbsp; “Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”</i><i><span lang="EN"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the photo above, the cabin is supported by steel pipes that are anchored in solid rock.&nbsp;&nbsp; Although it seems to be in a precarious position, it has been built on a firm foundation of solid rock.&nbsp; If the exact same pipes were in sand, the house would come tumbling down the hillside with the first heavy rain.&nbsp; <br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Christians also have a firm foundation in Jesus Christ.&nbsp; By grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone, Christians are assured of eternal life in a spiritual house built on a foundation of Jesus, the solid rock described in Matthew 7:24.&nbsp; They are further protected in their temporal life from any harm that God has not ordained.&nbsp; The great hymn below points out what a great savior we have in this life for those who seek refuge in him.&nbsp; He will never forsake his flock in sickness or health.&nbsp; He will be there in poverty or wealth, and when old age slips upon the scene, He will be there to comfort and give the peace that passes all understanding.&nbsp; The love and promises of God are built on this firm foundation that cannot be overturned by anything on earth or in the spiritual realm.&nbsp; Praise God that this firm foundation will not and, in fact, cannot fail.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span lang="EN">How Firm a Foundation</span></b><span lang="EN"><br />Words by: John Rippon<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,<br />Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!<br />What more can He say than to you He hath said,<br />You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>In every condition, in sickness, in health;<br />In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;<br />At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,<br />As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN">Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,<br />For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;<br />I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand<br />Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>When through the deep waters I call thee to go,<br />The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;<br />For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,<br />And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN"><br /></span><span lang="EN">When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,<br />My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;<br />The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design<br />Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN"><br /></span><span lang="EN">Even down to old age all My people shall prove<br />My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;<br />And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,<br />Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> <span lang="EN"><br /></span><span lang="EN">The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,<br />I will not, I will not desert to its foes;<br />That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,<br />I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.</span></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-18177796741976424152013-08-14T05:39:00.004-07:002013-08-14T05:42:15.461-07:00Abide with Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RP7NRVPtpbw/Ugt5262hljI/AAAAAAAAAZo/087UIZ7ojNM/s1600/27_abide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RP7NRVPtpbw/Ugt5262hljI/AAAAAAAAAZo/087UIZ7ojNM/s400/27_abide.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>1 John 4:15</i></b><i> Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God.</i></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just before bedtime every night Cuffy cat likes to cuddle as the above photo shows.&nbsp; It is a ritual that is repeated every evening, just like clockwork, as Cuffy very much desires and seeks this human interaction.&nbsp; In a like manner Christians increasingly desire and covet having Jesus abide with them as they enter the evening time of their lives.&nbsp; Earth’s joys grow dim and its glories pass away as this great hymn states, and Christians need the presence of the LORD as time flies away.&nbsp; <br /><br />Praise God that when Christians walk through the eventide of life God is with them to comfort and to abide with them.&nbsp; God’s magnificent grace saves, sanctifies, and glorifies believers as they pass through this temporary world on their journey to their eternal home.&nbsp; Brethren, rest assured that each heartfelt prayer and plea for God to <i>abide with me</i> is fulfilled.&nbsp; Our savior told us in Matthew 28:20 “…….<span class="woc"><i>And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”&nbsp; </i>Nothing can prevent Christians from arriving</span> safely home to heaven with the Savior by their side.&nbsp; Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; the darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.</span><br /><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>A</i></span><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-weight: bold;"><i>bide with Me</i></span><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i> (words by: Henry F Lyte)</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"></span><br /><div class="MsoBodyText"><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;<br />The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.<br />When other helpers fail and comforts flee,<br />Help of the helpless, O abide with me.</i></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;<br />Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;<br />Change and decay in all around I see;<br />O Thou who changest not, abide with me.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;<br />But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,<br />Familiar, condescending, patient, free.<br />Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,<br />But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,<br />Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—<br />Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.</i></span><br /><div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;<br />And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,<br />Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,<br />On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />I need Thy presence every passing hour.<br />What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?<br />Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?<br />Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;<br />Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.<br />Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?<br />I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;<br />Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.<br />Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;<br />In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-80934456976413451062013-08-13T07:39:00.002-07:002013-08-13T07:48:39.253-07:00Perfect Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YmyKg11XOM/UgpD731enbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xHxRrX_Bqog/s1600/26_peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YmyKg11XOM/UgpD731enbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xHxRrX_Bqog/s400/26_peace.jpg" width="400" /></a><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;</span></b><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><i>Ephesians 1:2</i></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><i> Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 6.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial;">A river is used to illustrate God’s perfect peace in the hymn below.&nbsp; In the photo above, it is apparent that a beautiful river can be a very peaceful setting.&nbsp; During ancient times and in the early days of exploration and settling of the United States, rivers were a source of much needed water for people and their livestock.&nbsp; After a long days journey, it must have been a peaceful and refreshing time when pilgrims camped by a river.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial;">Paul used the above Scripture blessing seven times in his epistles.&nbsp; Saints can rest in the spiritual peace that comes from the trust they have in God’s providence and sovereignty.&nbsp; Christians are hidden and safe in His blessed hand as the hymn below states.&nbsp; There is no worry or no fear for God’s redeemed when their focus is on their spiritual and eternal condition.&nbsp; Brethren, this is God’s perfect peace and it is like a river glorious.&nbsp; Praise God that Christians will have an eternal home of perfect peace and rest as they are camped forever by that great river glorious.&nbsp; How do worldly concerns compare with such a great salvation?&nbsp; In Romans 8:18 Paul summed it up really well when he said, <i>“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”</i>&nbsp; Let us be ever mindful and meditate with thanksgiving and praise on our spiritual destination where we will have perfect peace.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><b><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 9pt;">Like A River Glorious</span></b><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 9pt;"><br />Words by: Frances Havergal</span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 9.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 4.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 9pt;">Like a river glorious, is God’s perfect peace,<br />Over all victorious, in its bright increase;<br />Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day,<br />Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.<br /></span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 4pt;"><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 9pt;">Refrain….<br />Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest<br />Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,<br />Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;<br />Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,<br />Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span lang="EN" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Every joy or trial falleth from above,<br />Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love;<br />We may trust Him fully all for us to do.<br />They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.</i></span></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-67138021182142106522013-08-13T07:13:00.001-07:002013-08-13T07:13:25.718-07:00Beulah Land<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uoRyrNvXBQ0/Ugo9dYVr8BI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FeLsR0sO4Rk/s1600/25_beulah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uoRyrNvXBQ0/Ugo9dYVr8BI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FeLsR0sO4Rk/s400/25_beulah.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt;">1 Corinthians 2:9</span></i></b><i><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></i><i><span style="font-size: 10pt;">But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him”—<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 5pt;"><br /></span>God’s magnificent work of creation is on full display in the Colorado town above.&nbsp; There are undoubtedly many beautiful and scenic places and towns in this world.&nbsp; However, from the above passage we can conclude that we have not seen anything yet.&nbsp; Not only have we not seen the glory that has been prepared for us in Beulah Land, we have not even imagined in our wildest dreams how magnificent the City of God will be when we arrive at our eternal home.&nbsp; As Christians age in this fallen world, God’s grace comforts them as they meditate on this passage and this hymn.&nbsp; They long for, and are homesick for, this land of joy and peace where they have never been.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brethren, imagine the unbelievable joy in that instant when faith turns to sight as believers walk through deaths door to enter sweet Beulah Land.&nbsp; Praise God with thanksgiving for this grace and spiritual provision that was bought and paid for by Jesus Christ who became the second Adam so that, by faith, we could be counted as righteous.&nbsp; <b><i>Romans 5:19</i></b><i>For as by the one man's disobedience the many were made sinners, so by the one man's obedience the many will be made righteous.</i>&nbsp; Therefore, Jesus restored what Adam destroyed and we will have all of eternity to be giddy with joy and praise in sweet Beulah Land.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Beulah Land</b><br />Words by Squire Parsons Jr.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />I'm kind of homesick for a country <br />to which I've never been before<br />No sad goodbyes will there be spoken <br />and time won't matter anymore<br /><br />Beulah Land I'm longing for you, <br />and someday on thee I'll stand<br />There my home shall be eternal. <br />In Beulah Land, Sweet Beulah land<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I'm looking now across that river, <br />to where my faiths 'gonna end in sight<br />There's just a few more days to labor, <br />then I will take my heavenly flight<br /><br />Beulah Land I'm longing for you, <br />and someday on thee I'll stand <br />There my home shall be eternal <br />In Beulah Land, Sweet Beulah land</i></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-602486377949719652013-08-12T12:43:00.001-07:002013-08-12T12:43:53.433-07:00Hidden In A Cleft<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbwlcvYilao/Ugk592nlC6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/F0ijLGHcI8o/s1600/24_hidden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbwlcvYilao/Ugk592nlC6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/F0ijLGHcI8o/s400/24_hidden.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Colossians 3:3</i></b><i> For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />The ruins of ancient cliff dwellers have been preserved at Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado.&nbsp; As the photo above shows, villages were built in the clefts of cliffs.&nbsp; These buildings provided the inhabitants protection from the elements, enemies, and wild animals.&nbsp; The only way to reach these settlements was with tall ladders, which could be pulled up from the valley floor if necessary.&nbsp; The inhabitants were basically hidden in plain sight from many kinds of harm.&nbsp; They lived in the cleft of a rock.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What peace and comfort it is for Christians to know that the same kind of cleft is available for their spiritual well-being in the person and work of Jesus Christ.&nbsp; He is the rock of our salvation and in him we are not only saved from wrath, but we are also made pure and spotless by his blood sacrifice on the cross of Calvary.&nbsp; There is simply no other way that sinful humans can be accepted by a Holy and just God since the labor of our hands cannot pay this infinite sin debt.&nbsp; Thou must save and Thou alone is the message of the hymn below.&nbsp; Thus, lost sinners flee to the cross for the grace and mercy that is provided by the Rock of Ages.&nbsp; Christians are safe from all spiritual harm when they are hidden in the cleft of this rock.&nbsp; What a joy it is to reflect on line two below where sinners come to Christ and ask to be hidden in his grace and mercy.&nbsp; Praise God, for we know that his cleft is large enough for all who come in faith.</span><br /><div class="MsoBodyText2"><br /></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Rock of Ages</b><br />Words by: Augustus M. Toplady<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></i></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Rock of Ages, cleft for me,<br />Let me hide myself in Thee;<br />Let the water and the blood,<br />From Thy wounded side which flowed,<br />Be of sin the double cure;<br />Save from wrath and make me pure.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />Not the labor of my hands<br />Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;<br />Could my zeal no respite know,<br />Could my tears forever flow,<br />All for sin could not atone;<br />Thou must save, and Thou alone.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText2"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Nothing in my hand I bring,<br />Simply to the cross I cling;<br />Naked, come to Thee for dress;<br />Helpless look to Thee for grace;<br />Foul, I to the fountain fly;<br />Wash me, Savior, or I die.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><br />While I draw this fleeting breath,<br />When mine eyes shall close in death,<br />When I soar to worlds unknown,<br />See Thee on Thy judgment throne,<br />Rock of Ages, cleft for me,<br />Let me hide myself in Thee.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1318808628373039008.post-73337273377580187182013-08-12T06:43:00.002-07:002013-08-12T06:44:26.098-07:00The Anchor Holds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VW-jiyhI6w8/UgjlllQN_qI/AAAAAAAAAYo/zyHdrKyc5OE/s1600/23_anchorholds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VW-jiyhI6w8/UgjlllQN_qI/AAAAAAAAAYo/zyHdrKyc5OE/s400/23_anchorholds.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Psalms 57:1</i></b><i> Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 5.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Storms are a part of the human condition, both literally and figuratively.&nbsp; Christians are aware that their physical safety and well being is ultimately in the hands of Almighty God.&nbsp; Not even a sparrow falls to the ground apart from the will of the Father.&nbsp; Therefore, Christians understand as David understood that seeking refuge in God through prayer and trust is vital until the storms of destruction pass by.&nbsp; God is watching in the dark night when a person is a thousand miles from land flying over or sailing on the open sea.&nbsp; While beauty and serenity bring joy to our lives, it is during the storms of our lives that God proves his love for us.&nbsp; It is in the midst of these times when we should get on our knees and pray to God that the anchor holds.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Although we all will someday face physical death, we can be sure that the anchor will hold for our spiritual well being if we are in Christ Jesus by faith.&nbsp; His grace will prevail and his refuge will be secure as our souls rejoice in his mercy and love.&nbsp; We may come through our life torn and battered like a ship in a storm, but brethren we can shout and sing with joy that the anchor holds.&nbsp; Praise God.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>The Anchor Holds</i></span></div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Words By: Lawrence Chewning <br />and Ray Boltz<br /><br />I have journeyed<br />Through the long, dark night<br />Out on the open sea<br />By faith alone<br />Sight unknown<br />And yet His eyes were watching me<br /><br />The anchor holds<br />Though the ship is battered<br />The anchor holds<br />Though the sails are torn<br />I have fallen on my knees<br />As I faced the raging seas<br />The anchor holds<br />In spite of the storm<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></i></span><br /><div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I've had visions<br />I've had dreams<br />I've even held them in my hand<br />But I never knew<br />They would slip right through<br />Like they were only grains of sand<br /><br />The anchor holds<br />Though the ship is battered<br />The anchor holds<br />Though the sails are torn<br />I have fallen on my knees<br />As I faced the raging seas<br />The anchor holds<br />In spite of the storm<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></i></span></div><div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"><i>I have been young<br />But I am older now<br />And there has been beauty<br />That these eyes have seen<br />But it was in the night<br />Through the storms of my life<br />Oh, that's where God proved<br />His love to me<br /><br />The anchor holds<br />Though the ship is battered<br />The anchor holds<br />Though the sails are torn<br />I have fallen on my knees<br />As I faced the raging seas<br />The anchor holds<br />In spite of the storm<br /><br /></i></span><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"><i>I have fallen on my knees<br />As I faced the raging seas<br />The anchor holds<br />In spite of the storm</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550696568568474274noreply@blogger.com0